“Where’s your collar? Didn’t I make myself clear, Miss Spencer?”I’d rehearsed this moment a hundred times already, and was ready for it. Qui...kly, I unclasped my hands, holding them out in front of me, cupping my collar in my hands like a priceless artifact.“It didn’t feel right putting it on myself, Mistress,” I told her, my voice shaking, my words uneven.“I see,” she replied evenly, taking it from my shaking hands. “Turn around.”I complied, holding still as she buckled it around my throat and. Though I notice that he had moved from the couch and was sitting on the floor watching us and rubbing his own bulge through his pants. Finally, making my decision, I begin to lift her shirt higher and higher until I watch as two pale breasts are completely exposed for everyone in the room, nipples standing out hard and dark against the pale skin of her tits. Immediately as the shirt clears her head my lips are on hers and I begin to alternate between massaging her breasts and stealing down for. Got it?” You look up into my eyes and nod. You grab my dicklightly and move it out of the way and begin to lick my balls like anexpert. You spend what feels like hours licking, sucking and makingoral love to the boys. As I start to harden you begin to stroke mycock to its full size. You seem to sense the exact correct moment andyou move more behind me to gain access to my anus. Your hand strokingslows down as you devote your full attention to my ass, kissing andlicking your way towards. That type of sharing was something that we both enjoyed and valued because, even after years together, we each was really interested in what the other was doing. In any case, even if I had gone to bed I couldn’t really get to sleep soundly until she came in, somewhat like a parent waiting for the sound of their teenager getting home. So the pattern developed: she would be taken to the party, have an enjoyable evening, be delivered to our door and come into the bedroom, her bubbling personality.